I was withdrawing some cash from a fake account I had set up a long time ago when the Tremors invaded the bank. I dropped to the floor like they said, but for sure was not afraid of them. They were very chaotic in their style of work, and I was going down my little mental checklist on how unprofessional they were being. One thing I didn't expect was a gunshot from a security officer and I heard a thud as one of them went down. A man screamed as he was being kidnapped and the wounded one was yelling curses. After it was safe, the people inside the bank stood up, everyone very shaky and bothered. I stood as well, and looked around. I took my fake police badge out of my pocket. This man was very injured, and his back was what got hit. The inner doctor in me wanted to help. I lifted him, one of his arms around my shoulder, and one of my own around his waist. I dragged him out of there, alive.

People were watching so I had to make sure I was being stealthy and inconspicuous about it. I pulled him into an alley and from my backpack I took out my own first aid kit. I found the proper equipment to take out the bullet and sew him back up and right when I was about to help him, he jolted into a sudden sense of awareness. He grabbed my wrists and pushed me against the wall.

"What're you doin' girlie?" He asked. I could smell marijuana on his breath. "Gonna take me out when I was down?"

"Of course not." I said. We made eye contact for a second. "I was going to help you but if you'd rather keep that bullet lodged in there I would more than happily oblige." He looked at me with an angry expression. He then sat down and allowed me to help him. As I worked he asked me questions.

"What's yer name?"

"Sicilly."

"How old are ya?"

"Don't you know not to ask a lady my age?"

"You a virgin?"

"Does it matter?"

"Do ya smoke?"

"No."

"Why do you give me a straight answer for some questions and not others?"

"'Cause some of it's personal."

"You're a woman. Tell me everything."

"Not if you treat me like that no,"

He spun around and held my cheeks between his fingers. "You're just a girl. You mean nothin' to anyone. Git it?"

"You like having a mortal wound?" I snapped back. He thought about it again and turned around. After he got a little more used to my touches he relaxed, but suddenly a very intimidating looking girl came up to us and started scolding this man.

"Darwin!" I screeched. She grabbed him by the ear and pulled him away from me. "We're leaving!"

"Excuse me," I said. "I'm not done with him yet. Please hold a moment." I finished sewing him up. "Are you trained in medicine?"

"I get the job done." She replied.

"Just take his stitches out in a few weeks."

"No," Darwin objected. Both of us looked at him surprised. "Lulu, grab 'er and lets go. We're taking her with us." I was going to object but a car blocking the end of the alley distracted me. It was an old run down '69 Camero, but sounded like it ran perfectly. A man with a Mohawk stuck his head out of the window.

"Git in the car and lets get the fuck out of here!" He yelled. I was suddenly lifted by the girl and slung over her shoulder. She was very strong and actually didn't look like it either. We we're moving towards the car when I heard this girl say:

"Oh God, you're letting Les drive?" She said. "Shit, move." I was thrown into the back seat on top of another man that I recognized as one of the bank officials. Then we left. Darwin kept stealing looks at me through the rear view mirror.

"Guys, this is Sicilly." Darwin said. "Be good young fella's and introduce yerselves."

"Jeeves, nice to meet ya." He evidently said it sarcastically, but he stuck his hand at me anyway to shake. I shook it and his large hands made mine seem so tiny. Lester on the other hand, his hands were the same as mine.

The girl didn't say anything.

"Lu, tell her yer name!" Darwin snapped.

"I'm not a 'young fella'," She replied with a smirk. "But my name is Lulabell. I would shake your hand but this car is my pride and joy."

"Right next to her guns and men," Jeeves said under his breath. And suddenly everyone was bickering, until Lulabell yelled and everyone stopped. After a quick stop to drop off the hostage, they took me to their house, which was an old wood cabin with its own junkyard piling around it. This fabulous car looked like it didn't belong here.

We sat around the table and they all asked me questions, except Lulabell who was mostly quiet. I told them I was a double agent, a doctor, and a mercenary. I told them I wasn't afraid to get down and dirty, and most of all I showed them that I could be just as manly as they were. Lulabell was obviously surprised. The boys just found me amazing. Though Darwin seemed a little more interested. Afterwards he carried me up to his room, which apparently was the only one on the second story.